Walking on Dualisms

Sky at twilight

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Maybe if we become violent bodies of silence
we can retrace
our own genes of
independence

your wreckage is your heart
pounding for another
hormonal fixation

you’ll love something
you’ll love something
but it can
be difficulty
because you are gasping
in noisy space

like tangerines
ripening
and apples
red and green

you’ll see
harmony
you’ll see
discorandance

there’s chaos in the stars
and soothing in fire streaks flashing
of meterorites

nibble into that corner of your soul

Breathe alive…

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